People wonder why I am the way I, well let me explain. The household I currently live in is just horrible negativity that always pull me down and make me feel bad about myself. The scars on my body are all souvenirs that remind me of all of the things I've overcome at this house. I have overcame years of neglect, and abuse but you wouldn't think that someone like me would go through that. People wonder why I basically starve myself everyday, because when I do eat I get yelled at for eating, so instead of risking it and sneaking food I literally starve myself until I am forces to eat. I hate my body, I don't believe people when they say a monster like me could possibly even be beautiful because I get made fun of everyday, by someone who is suppose to be a family member and all his friends will sit there and make jokes about how fat I am. My brother heated a hot pocket and threw as hard he possibly could at me screaming eat that fatty. While my mother will sit there and let him do this to me, she doesn't care as long as she isn't involve. So I sit here and play with my blade wondering will it ever get better. Should I just kill myself and get it over with? Or should I just cut until I become so numb I can't feel the blade against my skin anymore, and watch the blood oozing out. Maybe this is for the best
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